Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Leaning on the cold shoulder. Car idling. Heart racing. The ground is hard. Pebbles, each one distinct. All meaningless upon impact. The impact pulverizes the body, turning the inside into a kind of soupy mess. Bones snap like twigs. The car still idles and will do so until it runs out of gas. It will be auctioned and purchased by a family happy that there are no blood stains. It was a good car. Life was not so good. But the impact solved that.
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